Father Christmas is coming to stay
With Rudolph and his jingling sleigh The reindeer can bed down in the hay But where will Mr Christmas stay? He can’t sleep on his bulging sack With presents digging in to his poor old back And up the chimney will bring a sneezing attack We’d never hear the end of the flack. I’ve heard that Mr Christmas likes a drop And that it’s guaranteed to make him stop And rest, around his worldly hop Maybe being tipsy will help him flop. Oh dear, this really is a tricky riddle We’ll just have to pop quickly down to Lidyl To lace Father C’s midnight nibble And get him right royally tiddled. When he’s suffering the effects of our ware He won’t have a worry or a care Where he lays his soft white hair Or whose bed it is that he can share. In fact, it’s when he’s wobbly and lolloping And finished all his Christmas frolicking That we can gently make sure he drops in To his very own Christmas stocking. Yes, it’s here that he can snore aloud With his body cocooned and his head still proud Dangling off the chimney round And where on Boxing Day morn he can be found. That’s where Mr Christmas can stay And he will never ever get away From his stocking cocoon. By the way? Did I tell you Father Christmas is coming, TO STAY!
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